‘Don’t worry, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before...’ Only, it kind of is. She has one arm hooked over her head, the other wrapped around her front, and for the life of me I can’t work out how she got herself into the position let alone how she’s managed to get her breasts pointing this way and that.
‘Don’t fucking look.’
My eyes snap to hers. ‘How can I untangle you if I can’t look?’
‘You know what I mean. Stop. Staring. Down. There!’ She gestures at her exposed bits with wild eyes and does a little jig that has the knot of hair on top of her head bobbing and those bits jiggling all the more and begging to be looked at. I want to laugh. I also want to confess that she is still the sexiest women I’ve ever set eyes on, her cheeks all flushed, her crystal-blue depths blazing, her lips parting to puff loose strands of hair out of her eyes.
I suppress the laugh with what I hope is a sympathetic smile and walk up to her. ‘Okay.’
Our eyes meet and her fresh, clean scent assails my senses. I see the shower floor glisten behind her and realise she’s not long been out, and all I want to do is back her up into it and soap her up afresh.
The idea takes over... Her tied up and me...
‘You know... I’m not so sure I want to help.’ My eyes return to hers and I let every carnal thought come through in my gaze as I step closer. I mean, give me a break; there’s no way I can walk away from this now. My vow to Dani be damned...
She swallows audibly. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I mean...’ I reach out and trail my hand down her front, and watch her breath catch and her skin colour as she pulls against her restraints. ‘Do you have any idea how sexy you are?’
‘Like this?’ She eyes me, disbelieving, but tiny little breaths escape her parted lips and the fresh rush of colour in her cheeks has nothing to do with embarrassment now.
‘You are effectively tied up, cara mia. If I want to touch you... I can.’
I brush my hand ever so slightly against one nipple and she inhales sharply, her bottom lip trapped in her teeth, her eyes flaring wildly.
‘You can tell me to stop and I will untangle you, Faye.’ My voice is gruff, my pulse elevating with my thoughts. ‘Or you can accept your restraints and let me pleasure you.’
I tweak her nipple. ‘Raf!’
It comes out like a plea.
‘What, cara?’ I circle both nipples now, my touch so light it’s barely there, and she arches into the caress, her nipples forming sharp, teasing points.
‘Don’t torment me.’
‘No?’ I take another step closer and she takes one back.
‘No...’ She drags in a breath and stares up at me in challenge ‘Not unless...’
‘Unless?’ I cup both her breasts and feel their heat as I roll my thumbs over each pebbled nub.
It’s seconds before she can speak, seconds before she unclamps her bottom lip as she fights the pleasure that run
s through her.
‘Not unless you finish what you start.’
‘Oh, cara mia, don’t you worry about that. I intend to finish...and do a whole lot more.’
Her eyes blaze and I step forward, forcing her back into the shower enclosure. I raise my hand to the detachable hose and take it off its hook.
‘What are you...?’
I switch it on, ignoring her question as the water pummels the base of the shower. ‘Tell me, cara mia, have you ever got yourself off with running water?’
‘But your clothes...you’re going to get soaked.’
My smile is one-sided. ‘Think I care?’